The game character is about to start a new journey.

Yang Qizhou saw the content on the screen, immediately perked up, and took a fierce gulp of the drink on the table.

Now, as destinies intersect and the Day of Shining Stars draws near, combined with the looming threat of the "Mysterious Town" within the Nameless Land, he was desperate to acquire the authority and powers of the "Lord of Blasphemy"—a force to protect himself amid malevolence.

"The Ancient Village?"

"What does this last paragraph mean? The game character already possesses the traits of the 'Lord of Blasphemy.' Although their rank is still at the 'Angel Level,' their powers far surpass it. Surely they wouldn't die so easily, right?"

For some inexplicable reason, Yang Qizhou recalled the plot from when he had first encountered the game, feeling a strong sense of déjà vu.

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"The Ancient Village?"

"Just a village. It shouldn't pose too much danger... right?"

"Listening to the hints of destiny, you inexplicably recall the experience of crossing into this world and heading to 'Fire Stealing Village,' muttering uncertainly to yourself."

"You quickly pull your scattered thoughts together and, guided by destiny's hints, set off toward the 'Ancient Village.'

"You are moving forward,

"A deep fog blankets the land, shrouded in mystery, visibility perilously low. To avoid potential ambushes, you activate the effect of 'Dream Hidden World Clothes' while advancing cautiously, each step deliberate, significantly delaying your progress."

"Fortunately, you haven't encountered any horrifying dangers along this stretch—no, not even a shadow of anything, really."

"You murmur to yourself, unsure whether you're complaining or relieved... If only you could reach the 'Ancient Village' directly."

"Just as the words leave your mouth."

"A deep and terrifying sound, teeming with malice and ferocity, echoes from afar. Its source is obscured by layers of fog, concealing the monster's true form."

"Next, a scythe cleaves through the heavy mist, infused with an overwhelming essence of rot and destruction. Wherever it passes, vegetation withers, the earth turns to sand, and life drains from the world—a horrifying attack aimed directly at you."

"The symbol of 'Twilight.'"

"You immediately discern the essence of this power and instinctively think of 'Okas,' the 'King of Giant Gods.' This Ancient Dominator also wields the symbol of 'Twilight,' a terrifying entity rivaling the highest-ranking deities."

"However, the power radiating from this scythe pales in comparison to that of 'Okas.'

"You quickly confirm the rank of this assailant, calm yourself, and stand your ground, neither dodging nor blocking. You allow the scythe to pass through your body."

"A strange thing occurs: you are completely unharmed. Not a single drop of blood is shed. The forces of rot and withering that embody 'Twilight' have no effect on you."

"Reverse Destiny,"

"The authority corresponding to the 'Hand of Destiny' at the Angel Level allows your own 'fate' to halt against the flow of time—neither advancing nor retreating.

"Thus, by invoking this power, your destiny froze at the instant before the scythe struck. Since the fate of being injured never transpired, it naturally cannot exist.

"Then,

"Your hand flicks through the air, summoning countless threads into view. You select one and gently pluck it."

"A soft 'thud,' and a severed head rolls out from the dense fog to your feet. Upon closer inspection, you see eyes, a nose, ears—a grotesque creature vaguely resembling a human, yet its flesh is hideously twisted. It was, unmistakably, the monster that had been wielding the 'scythe.'

"You had utilized the authority of the 'Hand of Destiny,' plucking a 'thread of destiny' to rewrite its outcome: 'Just now, the twisted monster had its head casually severed by a passing terrifying entity.'"

"The result left you both astonished and pleased—the altered fate had manifested in reality."

"Reflecting on the events that just transpired, you murmur,

"This monster's power level wasn't low. Under ordinary circumstances, even employing 'Reverse Destiny' to neutralize its attack or tweaking the 'thread of destiny' to kill it should have been extremely challenging. Yet with the 'Lord of Blasphemy' trait amplifying you, your 'fate' powers have grown incomparably strong, effortlessly slaying this creature—far from the limits of your potential."

"This confrontation provided you with a clear understanding of your own strength."

"You then shift your gaze back to the corpse."

"Contemplating what kind of monster this was."

"At that moment, an indescribable radiance emerges from the monster's corpse, gradually condensing, carrying an aura. Yet soon the light disperses, fading like fireworks."

"'Ancient Roots'?"

"This creature... was a 'Desecration Sorcerer.'"

"Feeling the familiar aura that had emanated from the corpse moments earlier, you furrow your brow. Though not entirely surprised, you still feel a tinge of shock."

"Meanwhile, 'Seventeen' clamors in your mind, eager to come out and admire the scenery of the 'Land of Truth.' But you reject her outright, ordering her to stay put for now."

"You soon set off once more."

"You are moving forward,

"You continue moving forward."

"Along the way, you encounter many more monsters. Fortunately, none were as powerful as the first one, and you easily dispatch them."

"However, during this brief journey, you realize the thick fog is home to many terrifying entities lurking in the shadows, each harboring countless dangers. Some of these beings can even see through the effects of the 'Dream Hidden World Clothes,' necessitating utmost caution."

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